I'm hanging empty space on the wall There won't be anything mentioned It makes the move out an easier haul That was my only intention And every glass is a clasicco jar And every pot it sheds teflon And all the knives are as sharp as a sponge Leave no convenience unstepped on And I can't be without you But if we have to move out one more time I might just lose my mind I'm hangin around Til the well runs through I'm staying around Til the floor falls through